Me, change! Me, alter!
Then I will, when on the Everlasting Hill
A Smaller Purple grows —
At sunset, or a lesser glow
Flickers upon Cordillera —
At Day’s superior close!
Me, change! Me, alter!
Then I will, when on the Everlasting Hill
A Smaller Purple grows —
At sunset, or a lesser glow
Flickers upon Cordillera —
At Day’s superior close!
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I will accept Chrisianity when someone “small” and not “superior” is acceptable.